When All Is Gone
In a position, I put myself in,
when all the damage, is now done.
Taking for granted, what I once had,
not realizing, I was the lucky one.
With nothing else, there for me, to hold onto,
I end up dreaming, and thinking, about my past.
How my life use to be,
and wondering, why I couldn't, make it last.
Missing all whom and what, were a part of me,
bringing forth, love and joy, to my very heart.
Oh, how I wish I could redeem myself,
making things better, or return from the very start.
At times, no one really knows, what they do,
when all is assumed, morning, noon, night and dawn.
All of sudden, things soon change,
and all there is, is then gone.
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